My son has his left eye swollen shut today. It's red and puffy with irritation due to the fact that his eyelids are glued shut with that disgusting eye boogery crap you get when you're sleeping sometimes.
Have you ever woken up like that? With one eye just crusted shut and you have to rub a warm cloth just to pry it apart? Charlie seems to hate the warm cloth. He almost seemed perfectly content to only at half sight today. I had to tackle him to the bed to wipe the gunk out, while he screamed and screamed as if I were stabbing him with red hot firepokers. And it wouldn't come off.
all this before 7am. and the kid still can't see out of his damn eye. I'm staying home today. *sigh*
so now I'm home, lying around in my sweatpants watching the best fight scenes from Samurai Jack. (Since I spent the last three days finishing the series) and I've come to the conclusion that I've officially morphed into an awful cliche. I can't help but wonder what Josh is doing (going to work soon, I bet, unlike some people) I keep looking at this laundry, the dishes, the messy high chair, and left overs from the Christmas party...and I look down at my sweatpants, thinking this is life. I'm the lame mom who stays home in yoga pants. I have no desire to go anywhere, especially today. I've decided that today will consist of a headache, dishsoap, and hopefully a little...hope. to get that damn eye booger gunk out.
Oh, the joys... maybe I'll make Jell-O.
Have you ever woken up like that? With one eye just crusted shut and you have to rub a warm cloth just to pry it apart? Charlie seems to hate the warm cloth. He almost seemed perfectly content to only at half sight today. I had to tackle him to the bed to wipe the gunk out, while he screamed and screamed as if I were stabbing him with red hot firepokers. And it wouldn't come off.
all this before 7am. and the kid still can't see out of his damn eye. I'm staying home today. *sigh*
so now I'm home, lying around in my sweatpants watching the best fight scenes from Samurai Jack. (Since I spent the last three days finishing the series) and I've come to the conclusion that I've officially morphed into an awful cliche. I can't help but wonder what Josh is doing (going to work soon, I bet, unlike some people) I keep looking at this laundry, the dishes, the messy high chair, and left overs from the Christmas party...and I look down at my sweatpants, thinking this is life. I'm the lame mom who stays home in yoga pants. I have no desire to go anywhere, especially today. I've decided that today will consist of a headache, dishsoap, and hopefully a little...hope. to get that damn eye booger gunk out.
Oh, the joys... maybe I'll make Jell-O.
